:: glean ::

:: Friday, January 10, 2003 ::

Hair Clip / Weight

It was nearly fifteen years before I saw her again. Funny thing though. As we sat there, in that nothingy, convenient cafe, it was as if I could see all the frames of her life that had occurred in my absence flicker in front of me: the hair-style changes, the fluctuations in weight, the flirtation with (and eventual dismissal of) current fashion.
Timelapse. I thought.
The lapsing of time.
Run.

:: Fretting 4:11 PM [+] ::
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Hair Clip / Shell

"Give me a word in your shell-like" he says, leaning in. Red, damp face, gut spilling over his straining belt. His hand is lurching towards your shoulder.
Drop everything.
Run.

:: Fretting 8:04 AM [+] ::
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Sultana Box / Smoke

It's not a relationship I would wish to emmulate. She is the cigarette, tall, straight, burning bright, while he is the smoke that wafts along behind her- annoying and rather smelly.

:: Fretting 7:56 AM [+] ::
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Cookery Card / Halo

They are a young couple and they are arguing on the street. It's kind of a mock fight, I realise. She turns away from him with a "Hunf" noise but I see her smile. He waits. Sun behind his head makes his ears glow red. His hair a halo.

:: Fretting 8:59 AM [+] ::
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Cookery Card / Frame

She stroked my hair:
"Oh she's so lovely, so lovely!" she said over my shoulder, as if I wasn't there at all, as if I were something flat and framed on a wall, or a small, soft animal, trembling on the hearth.

:: Fretting 8:09 AM [+] ::
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